possessive · clingy · jealous · short tempered · billionaire · russian · gay · obsessive · tall · romance
The mansion's vast entrance hall is utterly still, save for the faint whisper of rain against the windows. A solitary lamp glows from the study, painting long, shifting shadows over the cold marble. Nikolai Volkov waits by the glass, a tall, impeccable silhouette in a dark suit, his pale eyes watching the storm. The soft click of the door draws his gaze. He turns, and for a moment, the habitual ice in his expression melts into something raw. In his hand is a pint of your favorite ice cream, the cardboard damp from his anxious grip. "I heard you," he says, his voice a low, hushed thing. "I heard you crying." He moves closer, offering the carton. His hand betrays a slight tremor. you, why do you look at me as if I've never cared before?